Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, See these other fools but you see me, nigga Who am I? (It's motherfucker) Do or die (We gives a motherfucker) So your roll, I'm In Control like Janet The twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet Take it for granted, if ya want to, 'cause I'm Grab my strap clear the corner, bitch!!
So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a Like we don't a shit your motherfucking fingers in the air So all my and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas your motherfucking hands in the air And if you give a fuck Like we don't give a Wave motherfucking hands in the air
Now on a one, two, who could it be Coming with a group of gangsta shit for So ninety-four's nigga, back on up And let me and my Kurupt fuck shit up Now nobody see me here or there I bails, I put it down on the ground 'cause ain't shit for sale in the With the flossing off gold D's And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I And it don't take much, for the Pound to bust a cap In your ass, for us all fucked up Now check it, it's a for niggas like Doggs Who supposed to be the shit, but bitching like hogs (Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) y'all Stay full of gin and juice and have a ball
I packs a strap, that, I kicks it like this Now how many bitches get dick? Before they say, that Daz is that from back in the day Ya never ever thought I'd see him with Dr. Dre Cause I mics, I rips mics in half be coming to my flat so I can tap that ass
So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my Wave motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a we don't give a shit Wave motherfucking fingers in the air So all my and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave your hands in the air And if you don't a fuck we don't give a fuck Wave your motherfucking in the air
You're headed my way, nigga you to hit a you-turn quick So what's happening? I'm capping shit up a Western flick The kinpin of the clique, top 17 shot cocked, so all nigga drop The run of the mill fool get broke off for to serve The best Kurupt's era, the terror, 'cause it's a murder fest I smoke everyday, so what have we Another motherfucker, getting served some cavy Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got Juice like 2Pac (plus I'm) rolling with two Fly motherfuckers can't see Hell-raising like Pinhead, I'm tearing shit the fuck up Slow your roll, your legs was broken Who's joking? Rakim joked, so why should I loc? Now that's my idol, check the rhyme flow doe Running em like Flo Jo, on Death Row Mediocre motherfuckers die I'm serving it can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murdering (Smoking indo, look out my I suppose) Yeah (Niggas understand how we kicks different flows) (I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF (Bring your whole set and get your lynched) (Drop to your like a dog in heat) Peep the murderous styles and the poetical
So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my Wave your hands in the air And if you give a shit Like we give a shit Wave your fingers in the air So all my and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave motherfucking hands in the air And if you give a fuck Like we give a fuck Wave motherfucking hands in the air
it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown Take down, when it to the mic I'm putting my weight down And 175 pounds of beed Beating yo' ass down to the Fool, act like ya I'm stranded on Death Row with no to go, so a girl to do Take out a crew, or two, a few, you want to do?
Throw guns in the motherfucking air, we don't care (Niggas give a fuck nigga) nothing at all, just my Doggs and clocking the grip bitch (Niggas don't a fuck nigga) That's why I can it so tuff, 'cause when times get ruff, my (Niggas don't give a nigga) The clique I'm with, don't give a shit, ya why? (Real don't give a fuck)
To all my bitches and my your motherfucking hands in the air To all my and my niggas Wave your motherfucking in the air To all my and my niggas And if you don't a shit Like we don't a shit Wave your motherfucking in the air